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I've run in to a temping dry spell. Could it be because of my performance at the last gig? It took me two full days to assemble a binder, and I didn't even finish it. Also, I would answer the phone and mispronounce the company's name. Being a receptionist is like being an actor. You have to put on your best customer service voice and follow the script. Unfortunadamente, I'm a terrible actor.
I kept getting these calls for someone named Karen, but she never picked up so I'd transfer them into voicemail. Finally, deep into the first day, I turned to the woman sitting at the desk next to me and asked "Who's Karen?"
"I'm Karen," she said.
How do you recover from a thing like that? You don't. We'd met, been introduced, had a couple of conversations, the whole shebang.
It's nothing personal, I'm just awful with names. I think Karen figured that out, because the next Monday I asked her who Ryan was.
"That's me!" the man across the hall yelled out.
See, nothing personal, Karen.
I kept getting these calls for someone named Karen, but she never picked up so I'd transfer them into voicemail. Finally, deep into the first day, I turned to the woman sitting at the desk next to me and asked "Who's Karen?"
"I'm Karen," she said.
How do you recover from a thing like that? You don't. We'd met, been introduced, had a couple of conversations, the whole shebang.
It's nothing personal, I'm just awful with names. I think Karen figured that out, because the next Monday I asked her who Ryan was.
"That's me!" the man across the hall yelled out.
See, nothing personal, Karen.